Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.